Her looks they were fo mild, I wish'd her for my bride. O had I all that wealth HOPTOUN'S high mountains fill, And pleasures at my will; I'd promife and fulfil, That none but bonny she, The lafs of PEATY'S mill Shou'd fhare the fame with me. YOUN Pier of Leith. OUNG PHILANDER woo'd me lang, But I was peevish and forbad him, I wadna tent his loving fang, But now I wish, I wish I had him : Ilk morning when I view my glass, Then I perceive my beauty going; My beauty, anes so much admir'd, Ah! we may see ourselves to be, Like fummer fruit that is unfhaken ; When ripe, they foon fall down and die, And by corruption quickly taken. Use then your time, ye virgins fair, But five and twenty is the devil. Hug nae mair your lanely pillow; Women are like other fruit, They lose their relish when too mellow. If opportunity be loft, You'll find it hard to be regain'd; Which now I may tell to my cost, Tho' but myfell nane can be blamed : If then your fortune you respect, Take the occafion when it offers: Nor a true lover's fuit neglect, Left you be fcoff'd for being scoffers. I, by his fond expreffions thought, That in his love he'd ne'er prove changing; But now, alas! 'tis turn'd to nought, And, past my hope, he's gane a ranging. Dear maidens, then, take my advice, For if ye be o'er foolish nice, Your fuitors will give over wooing. Then maidens auld you nam'd will be, As lang as life; and when ye die, With leading apes be ever cumber'd : A punishment, and hated brand, With which nane of us are contented; Then be not wife behind the hand, That the mistake may be prevented. PATIE and PEGGY. PATIE. Y the delicious warmness of thy mouth, I guess, my laffie, that as well as I, truth, You're made for love, and why fhould ye deny ? PEGGY. But ken ye, lad, gin we confess o'er soon, Ye think us cheap, and fyne the wooing's done : The maiden that o'er quickly tines her power, Like unripe fruit will tafte but hard and sowr. PATIE. But when they hing o'er lang upon the tree, PEGGY. Then dinna pu' me; gently thus I fa' Into my PATY's arms for good and a'; But ftint your wishes to this frank embrace, PATIE. O charming armsfu'! hence, ye cares, away, I'll kiss my treasure a' the live-lang day; A' night I'll dream my kiffes o'er again, CHORUS. Sun, gallop down the weftlin skies, Queen of the May. JENNY. TERN Winter has left us, the trees are in bloom, STE And cowflips and vi'lets the meadows perfume; While kids are disporting, and birds fill the spray, I wait for my Jocky to hail the new May. JOCKY. Among the young lilies, my JENNY, I've ftray'd, JENNY. Ah! Jocky, I fear you intend to beguile, You swore that you'd love her for ever and ay, JOCKY. Young WILLY is handsome in shepherds' green drest, JENNY. This garland of rofes no longer I prize, JOCKY. Believe me, dear maiden, your lover you wrong, Your name is for ever the theme of my fong; From the dews of pale eve' to the dawning of day, I fing but of JENNY, my Queen of the May. JENNY. Again, balmy comfort with transport I view, Then to our blyth fhepherds the news I'll convey, Jocky. Come all ye young lovers, I pray you draw near, |